I sing the song of my own death
Release of old wanton habits
Mourning old ways of being

This beautiful wake
My hymn of gratitude for experiencing
Lay across pyre, I stand witness

Chalice pouring across
I am one and many
I hand myself the torch

I drop robes of black
My ground touches bare feet
My dance into forest

As the fire continues its song behind me
I sink deep into the forest of my body
And play there

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